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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
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Jump ⇅ :: ArrivalPanoramaFringesInvite Request
The Diadem is an invite-only panfandom game set in a retro-futuristic world where uprooted souls find themselves deep within an eerie wasteland of roads and highways frequently assailed by cosmic storms. Three united strongholds keep the population. Its capital is Panorama, a large metropolis at the planet's center.

Soon, you realize you aren't alone. Calling themselves fluxdrifts, the "locals" have similar stories to you, either for themselves or their ancestry. You speak to an old woman who claims she hailed from another star. You meet a young man who says his great-great-grandfather knew a strange language everybody spoke "back home." As you explore, you stumble across a coin you recognize or your sister's locket. How did it get here? What does this mean? That's for you to discover.

But first, you need to find a ride.

No invites needed to play on the TDM. Everyone's welcome! Use the Invite Request thread below to request an invite from another player.

∞ Summary ∞
IC-wise, arrivals are scattered throughout the month. Events described on the TDM are also ongoing throughout the month. If you'd rather jump right into the action, you're free to begin in media res with your character having already been on the planet for several days.

Post-impact, characters will wake up in a med tent by the Scrapyard. From there, they must accept a vehicle on loan and make the 2-hour drive to the nearest city, Panorama. If they refuse the car because they don't want the loan, they'll be in debt for medical bills instead...so just take the car. It'll come in handy.

Some things to keep in mind when bringing in your character:

  • Pick an injury. At minimum, they got knocked out; at most, whatever they can recover from. Medicine is decently advanced so they'll heal faster if not painlessly.
  • Decide items kept. Reasonable items on their person only: photos, keys, clothes, costumes. No pets or animal companions. Wildly out-of-place tech and personal cell phones will be damaged beyond repair.
  • Select a weapon. Do this only if eligible. Guidelines about weapons and powers are on the FAQ.
  • Choose a vehicle. Decide whether your character gets 2-3 options or if they're stuck with something they hate. Players can pick directly from our collection or source their own images. Anything under a similar aesthetic will work. If your character needs accommodations for driving, they can have them. Ask us for details.
  • Get a phone. Characters have to obtain a phone (and a SIM card) themselves. If they've got one from home, it's damaged beyond repair. Phones are cheap. It'll only take a couple of weeks to afford one. You need to know the number before you text or call anyone. Read about phones and the Forum before you hop on it.

TDM threads can be canon if characters are accepted. Top-levels made to the TDM should be open to all.
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Fluxdrift
Arrival & Introduction
Date: Throughout May
You've tumbled over a cliff. You were fighting for your life. You're on the cusp of death. You slipped in the shower. Whatever the catalyst, you struggle to cling to consciousness. As darkness overtakes you, a swirling vortex warps light and shadow in a way that defies all physics. A dark wail etches into your very bones. You couldn't describe it if you tried. You can barely comprehend what it is.

Then you open your eyes.


Through the figure's mask ©, you swear the face is grinning down at you. The tent you're in smells of antiseptic, and scratchy blankets line your cot. Injuries you've sustained have been bandaged. In the corner, you spot a MedBot that's fixed you up. Depending on the extent of your injuries, the doctor on duty might give you some painkillers before you go. Thankfully, your belongings are by the exit. Sorry if anything's damaged. Your landing was pretty rough.

You follow the figure outside. They are Yom Crook, here to lend a hand to fellow fluxdrifts like yourself. Their car's parked beside them. Actually, there are lots of cars around, but Yom Crook's stands out with its painted shark mouth. They explain they found you, unconscious, in a diffusion zone and brought you here. The nearest city is a 2-hour drive northeast. Forget about walking. You'll never make it. Also, you owe the doctor a lot of money for patching you up. But you're in luck: they've got some wheels for you and if you accept the vehicle on loan, Yom Crook will cover your medical bills. That's a good deal, right? It's not the shiniest car or motorcycle, but it'll do. If fortune favors, you'll get to choose between two or three options. Plus, if you need accommodations to drive—like adjustments to your seat height or modified controls—you'll receive all that for free.

Take the vehicle. (And the loan.) Yom Crook assures you that you'll have six months before collectors come around. Any time you're ready to pay a part of it down, return here to the Scrapyard. You'll get a receipt and everything. Paying off the loan in six months isn't impossible, but it will take a lot of work. Just don't get too lax. There's a good chance you'll be juggling multiple loans as you try to get by.

You either know how to drive, or you'll have a bare-bones manual to get you started. Road rules are more a suggestion than enforced, so just hit the pedal and go. The car has some basic features. The built-in compass will help you navigate.

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: a flat tire; a body on the road (is it a trap?); a fender bender

Panorama
Explore & Settle In
Conditions: Warm spring temperatures, light showers
After 2 hours on the road, you find civilization. The largest of the strongholds, Panorama is where the economy thrives. Massive power plants glowing red make it visible from a distance. The city is divided into three districts. For now, you can access the Pavilion and the Blocks. Don't worry about the Sanctum; they're not letting you in.

You only need to know two things about Panorama: 1) it's big, the size of a modern metropolis, and you'll need your car to get around; 2) anything goes as long as you don't pick a fight with the wrong person. Street smarts will get you far. Despite its geographical size, the population isn't huge. With roughly a million people in a city designed for over twice that number, Panorama is far from deserted, but nor is it overcrowded. It's a good thing. Resources are limited as it is.
The Pavilion: Free Samples
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Like any large city, Panorama features a couple of supermarkets. The stock's not as consistent as a proper supermarket. On occasion, shelves can remain cleaned out for a week or two. Regardless, the long tradition of free samples remains. If you're not already shopping, you'll notice the crowded parking lot and clusters of lines inside.

Try samples, push through the crowds as you shop, or give yourself a five-finger discount. If you're cautious, you can pocket a few small items without consequences. The Pavillion doesn't have the infrastructure for surveillance; unless someone sees you, you won't be caught. Steal from the store or pilfer someone's wallet. Maybe you even make a new friend if you bump into another fluxdrift. Or, start a fight with somebody who cut you off in the cheese line. Don't make too much of a ruckus, or you'll be thrown out.

As you look around, you'll see posters advertising temporary positions for the cash register or graveyard shifts in the warehouse. Seems they might've lost several employees recently (how'd that happen?), which is good for you! It's just a 6-week position, but it'll get you on your feet. The city has temporary positions like this all over. Permanent ones are harder to come by when you're new.
Samples include: steamed cabbage dumplings, synthetic cherry juice, cheddar cheese, and chocolate-covered alien eggs (it's crunchy and weirdly tasty). They're served in the usual throwaway paper cups with little toothpicks.
The Blocks: Power Outage
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Power's finicky in Panorama, especially in the Blocks. Saint Margery's Hospital, located in the same area, has priority for power so the first to go are the motels. Maybe you've been in your room for a couple of weeks, maybe you just got here—and by the way, every motel desk is happy to put the fee on your tab if you don't have the money upfront—but all the motels on the east side are in a blackout, leaving only the west side motels up and running.

What do you do? You have three choices:

  • Risk leaving your room and head to the other side where there's power. Knock on some doors and negotiate with another to share the room. They might shut the door in your face, ask for a favor in return, or be nice enough to help you with no strings attached. There's no guarantee your unattended room will be untouched, though, and you'll be on the hook for any damages an intruder causes.
  • Sit in the dark and deal. It's not the worst idea, but the TV's down, the vending machines are powered down, and with the entire place plunged into darkness, you risk getting robbed. If you struggle with defending yourself, you might want to find some trustworthy company. You can also sneak out of there and let them take your leftover pizza. It's not like you've got a ton of valuables, right? Plus, clobbering someone in the face with a frying pan sounds great until you realize you've gotta do something with the body. And what if this person's got a friend waiting?
  • Get in your car and drive (or grab a friend for a road trip). If you scroll the Forum, you might notice reports on diffusion zones southward. Besides, these motels are hardly your forever home. The city can only provide so much. Why not go for a ride and see what you can find out there?

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: clean up on aisle 3 (what is that goo?); a knock at your door but no one's there; you hear screaming or a commotion down the hall


The Fringes
Quad 3: Lockdown
Conditions: Stormy, with flooding roads
Felix Bjurstrom
> Date: 125-05-17
> Time: 02:15:57

> Emergency road lights have been reported in Quadrant 3! Please, can someone go see what's there? When last we chasers investigated emergency lights, a whole truck filled with sour candy had tipped over. Our stores were stocked for weeks! Oh, be careful - reception looks bad in that zone.
Whether you end up here on your own or you were following a tip on the Forum, the outcome is the same: you come to a stop in front of a 2-story office building that's flooded several inches deep. Emergency lights from a roadblock flicker through the stormy night. Stepping out of your car, you're soaked within seconds. When you check your phone, you don't have any bars. No calls in or out.

Through the open windows, a computer awakens and displays a cheerful smile. The lights inside switch on.

Pick your scenario role below. Your thread partner doesn't need to take the opposite role! They can join you in the same scenario (i.e. trapped together). Players are also free to create a generic NPC for the other side to facilitate the thread.

After characters escape, they'll find one bottle of antibiotics in their pocket or car, whether they remember taking it or not.


A: Sealed In
As you peer through the windows, you see crates of medicine floating around. Antibiotics in the diadem are valuable. Hospitals and doctors are always buying. You can keep it for yourself or make a quick buck. Or maybe you're compelled to help somebody back in the city who's in need. Whatever the reason, you decide to take the risk and step inside.

Water splashes around your ankles. The lock buzzes behind you. If you try to break the windows, you discover they're unnaturally resistant to shattering. With the whole place locked tight, the water begins to churn. Then the computer lights up again.

Warning, it flashes in large, bold text. Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.
  • To find the code, you'll have to search. Duck under the water, go through sopping envelopes and sticky notes or pick the locks on the filing cabinets and desk drawers. You can also try hacking the computers. Use your computer knowledge or fall back on the age-old trick of seeing who wrote down their password.
  • The files, notepads, and emails start innocuous, but as you look through them, disturbing phrases jump out at you—a dark thought you've had or a cruel taunt from someone in your past. The longer you're fixed on the terrible words, the higher the water begins to rise. Only another can break you out of your trance.
  • With the rising water comes fear. And the more you're afraid, the more the water also rises. You begin to see faces in the water, bobbing like balloon heads. Do you recognize them? If you move to take a closer look, they will sink back beneath the surface as if never there.
  • If you manage to swallow your panic, you can eventually find a triple-laminated binder with the release code and instructions. Bad news: you need someone on the outside to punch in the 6 strange symbols in order. The instructions explain that the code panel is located at the back of the building.
Let's hope a friendly face comes along.

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-06-10 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[She can only stare at the building they've left behind once she's certain they've reached a safe distance, the doors and windows now blotted out by inky black, and she feels something catch in her throat. Surely there were mutants who were capable of something of that scale, but she knows it was something else entirely— the oppressive weight of whatever it was that had made its home in that building can still be felt even now, makes the muscles between her shoulders feel tight.

She exhales, dropping her gaze to Charles as he wraps his hand.]


I think Kansas is worlds away.

[She drops to one knee so that she's close to eye-level with his hand, taking his wrist and pulling it towards her— firm without being rough, her jaw set into a determined line.]

Let me see that. You say all of that so casually, like almost being eaten is normal.

[Of course, who are they to say what's normal? She holds the fabric of his coat tight against the wound to apply pressure, glancing up at him again, hesitant.]

... it's good to see you, too. You have good timing, as usual.
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-06-10 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Her expression shifts, if only slightly— hardens as she makes an effort to veil her disappointment, though it still manages to peek through. For as skilled as she is at wearing the faces of others, when it comes to masking her own emotions, she's not nearly as talented as she would like to be.]

Then he lives long enough to get his way.

[Exactly what she didn't want— why she had gone after him in the first place.]

Tell me we shut them down. We have to.

[Whatever had caused him to turn on her, she knows they have to agree on that much, that something designed to eradicate their kind had to be dismantled, not only for their sake, but for all the others out there like them, the countless faceless mutants they'd never even met.]
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-06-10 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He guns it. Takes them on a slightly wide run away from the building and the inky spill still creeping toward them. Weaves his way around obscacles, doubles back at least once. It’s overkill, probably—whatever had been there has been long left in their dust. He can’t even be sure there reallywas anything back there. But he can’t shake the feeling of eyes on his back.

He rolls them to a stop, eventually, in the shadow of an overhang that must have once been a gas station. The pumps are rusted over and probably empty, but there’s plenty of room to park, and a smallish storefront nearby. Most importantly, it’s all dry and covered, and out of the floodwater. There’s even a dim, flickering light above.

Killing the ignition, he pockets his key, and seems to kind-of-belatedly remember the blood on his hands. He strips off his gloves and shakes them out, frowning down at them before tucking them away in a pocket.
]

S’fine.

[He’s had worse. He goes to swing a leg off the bike, then scowls over his shoulder at the little tug on his jacket.]

What?

[They’ve stopped. You can let go.]
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-06-10 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Was finding a nice meal for the two of them truly such an arduous task? Lu Feng's nice, soft smile gained a subtle sort of sharp edge to it.

"How silly." Here was a little squeeze of his hand, he's only playing around. "I'll find us something nice, it won't be so difficult."
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-06-10 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
An Zhe pouted slightly over that edge. He’d just meant that Lu Feng didn’t need to put in that much effort just for him. The color creeping up his ears meant nothing at all.

“I just meant you shouldn’t spend too much time…” he mumbled.
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-06-10 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[It's an impressive lightshow, one that even draws Raven's attention upwards for a moment before she returns to staring down their would-be assailants. It is overkill, maybe— but overkill is plenty effective, if nothing else.

She smiles at them, saccharine-sweet and letting Emet-Selch's display speak for itself, to what's in store for them if they don't rethink their course of action. The only further hesitation seems to be because those luminous spears have them rooted to the spot in fear as they try to make sense of what they're actually seeing, but they find their feet and voices one by one, clamoring to get past one another as all four of them beat a hasty— if limping— retreat.

They scurry, they scatter, just as bidden.

Raven raises both eyebrow ridges at the display once more as she takes a moment to appreciate it properly, then looks to her ally of convenience with interest.]


You know, I think I like magic.
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[personal profile] chuju 2025-06-10 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
I'm thinking of fighting here.

[ Daisy doesn't know the exact details or extent of Wanda's abilities beyond where they originated and their general scope, which may not even matter if the woman beside her isn't from her own time. Hell, they might not even be from the same universe — this wouldn't be the first multiversal superhero she's met here. But even so, she tries not to think about what she knows of the fate of the Wanda from her universe, just in case.

If she's paying attention, Wanda might pick up on a burst of guilt, quickly tamped down and then sparked back into life because even thinking about not thinking about it brings up a whole spiral of guilt. She should think about what happened, every damn day, because if she'd been there, she might have been able to stop it. To stop him.

But she knows there's no point in beating herself up about it, not when there are more pressing matters. Forcing her attention back to the stage so she doesn't start staring again, she tries her best to be casual, though her joke of a performance would have most people questioning just how she could possibly be considered an effective spy. ]


I'm Daisy.
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-10 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
(He laughs, smiling at her, and it knocks off some of the years that seems to accumulate under his dark circled eyes. The good kind of wrinkles take over.)

My sister said I was born sounding like an old fart. Even as a child.

(They met when they were the same age, her a few years younger, but putting himself into the big brother role also drove him to the sort of responsibility it takes. Charles has an old-fashioned way about him, despite in some ways being beyond the modern time of 1973, especially around science and technology. But his mannerisms, his behavior, his way of talking, it's a bit old.

Charles takes the cheese gladly enough, seeing from her face that she doesn't want it at all, and continues their little mini-feast. He's finally starting to not feel that hunger and probably can worry about tomorrow's food then. Soon enough Charles will run into someone who will watch out for him on that front, but for now he appreciates her kindness. She could hoard this easily, but he would do the same.)


They had an accessible van, actually. I've personally never seen it before. I can use my hands to put pressure on the pedals.

( Charles used to love to drive his fancy cars everywhere. The van is far from that, but it does allow him to drive, and it has plenty of space in the back for his wheelchair. And other people, if they ever need to go somewhere as a group.)

I'm from the year of 1973, if that means anything to you. Much of this technology is past what I know.
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-06-10 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ whatever kind of warning sanji tries to shout, it seems it goes completely unheard as the pellet is shot from the other side. he doesn't even flinch, aware that such a small thing isn't going to crack the window in the slightest (not when his very powerful kick did no damage!), but he does wince when he sees it ricochet to smack usopp square in the forehead, watching the other man drop backwards in the ground. ]

Oi ... Usopp? You alright, man?

[ nevermind that his concern isn't going to be heard. he still tries to squint to peer through the glass, past the fast falling rain on the outside, up until his friend stands up again.

he tries to make out the next set of gestures before — his eyes go wide, clapping his hands. ]


The symbols! Right! Shit, that's what I was doing— [ he turns, kicking his legs through the water that's risen much higher now as he darts back to the desk that he'd been shifting through papers for, because that one word had previously thrown him off.

he's swearing under his breath, not even entirely sure what he's looking for ... until he notices a white board behind the desk, a set of six symbols written in marker. that ... would that be it? ]


Usopp, I think— think this might be it, yeah!? [ again, not likely to be heard, but speaking out loud helps regardless. unfortunately, he can't carry the white board with him to the window, which is why he's now scrambling for a sheet of paper, yanking a pen from the desk to scribble them out as fast as he could by his own hand.

about a minute later, he's racing back to the window, slamming the paper to the glass. ]


Try this! [ he points to the paper, only it's fairly sopping wet spots on the paper a little blurred from the blops of water, making the already rough drawings a little bit more difficult to make out. ]
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-06-10 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ the mention of the navy makes sanji laugh. he can't help it, considering the irony. though as the man describes his own experiences, he wonders if he comes from a similar kind of world. ]

Really? Sounds to me like we're meant to be on opposing sides then, friend.

[ at least, in theory. in a place like this, he's still not quite sure what the sides are meant to be. ]

Actually, I'm a pirate. As far as I know, any navy or admirals aren't gonna like me much. Just slipped out of the Marines' hands not too long before ending up here.

[ which maybe he shouldn't brag about, but sanji doesn't tend to get too nervous about things like that, though he's sure if usopp were here, he'd probably be freaking out over the blond's willingness to talk as much as he is. ]
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-06-10 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
You actually accepted it?

[ sanji's face scrunches at that answer, because despite the form of his question, his instincts said that zoro would be better off without the burden on one of these vehicles. what use is the debt of having that extra load to be responsible for when he probably wouldn't even know where to direct the thing. there's a very good reason, after all, why he isn't allowed to take the helm on the merry.

fully sliding himself off the hood of the car, a spot of wiped dusty sand now left where he'd sat (indicating that it'd probably now all gathered on the back of his pants, which he silently curses to himself over), he turns to face zoro there leaning against the door, his eyes peering over the length of the vehicle. ][ because they are getting out of here. ]


But there's no point in you having one. That's just more work for me trying to keep you on the road.
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-06-10 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ when she lifts her eyes to his, he's instantly distracted by the gaze, a gentle swirl of mystery, not intimidating but like the quiet veil of a breeze washing over a forest, pellets of raindrops falling against the trees creating a secret sound only heard if one stops to listen. and right now, he listens in the way he watches her, in those momentary passing seconds where she offers him a smile that he knows will be impossible to forget after tonight. ]

No? Consider me honored.

[ he answers in that quiet playfulness, his smile returning to something brighter, all for her eyes now that she's close enough to see it, even as she begins to devote her attention properly to stitching the pants in her hand.

that light impish tone eases with her question, something brightening in his eyes from her curiosity. ]


Honestly? Kind of a pain in the ass a lot of the time. [ he gives an amused chuckle before he gives a shake of his head to quickly dismiss the description. ] No, it's actually a great place. Really lavish, even though it was run by all kinds of rowdy guys — all of them pirates at one time, with no sense of manners but plenty of drive to learn and get things done. The old man — [ he pauses for a second, exhaling a slight breath as he thinks of zeff, always fighting the memory between both annoyance and fondness. his eyes soften then, looking down to her moving hands. ] Zeff, he took me in when I was a kid, yeah? Owed him my life. It was his dream to make a place that anyone could come to and get a bite to eat. Because the ocean, it's relentless, unforgiving. But no one should ever have to experience starving. And so we built that place up together, him and me, taking care of anyone who came hungry.

[ his lips quirk into a smaller smile, before he gives into a chuckle, looking back up to her. ]

Too bad the menu was shit. Never let me get creative with putting out some better meals. Probably spent more time fighting than cooking.
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-06-10 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ omg no dw.. let's finish this thread and if we want squeeze in another at the mingle :3c here is the continuation!! ]
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-06-10 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Well, good. 'Cause I definitely got it while doing something bad ass.

[They all really need to start wearing helmets.]

And of course I'm getting by! [He straightens up his jacket, looking pleased with himself (for absolutely no reason, because he's mostly been just avoiding any signs of danger at all times).] I wouldn't be living up to the Straw Hat name if I couldn't get by, even in a place like this!

... Does that mean you got one, too? A bike or something?
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-06-10 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vi can't help the way she winces at that, though she manages to tamp it down quickly. The raw despair in the woman's voice would get to anyone.

She's right. Who kidnaps a baby? ]


It's fucked up. I'm sorry. [ She realizes she's said it twice now, and feels even more helpless. ]

Hey... if I see or hear anything about it, I'll let you know. [ While they're around the med tent for now, anyway. ]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-06-10 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
(( ooc: sorry for the delay! happy to handwave or overflow if you've got one. ))


[ Vi snorts, but it comes with a twitch of her lip in a crooked smile. She doesn't mind a little sarcasm. ]


Oh, I could be charitable enough. Here's what I can teach you: I've figured out how to make it go. And mostly how to stop. Most of the time.

[ Nothing against an introduction, either-- but the other woman's attempt at one makes Vi pause. She cocks her head. That can't possibly be a name. Is she being insulted somehow and she doesn't get it? ]

...first name "The," surname "Knave"? Your parents must've lost a bet.
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its ok we all suffer

[personal profile] skelters 2025-06-10 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ avoiding captcha here .... yoinks you away ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-06-10 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's about the answer he expected, and he heads to the cashier so he can pay for that tea. Could always try to steal it, but he's not sure how Charles might react to that and he's not in a mood for a whole lecture about it.

He hopes that whenever Charles does need something (because he's sure it will come to that sooner or later), he won't refuse to ask him for that help. But that's a bridge to cross at another time. For now, and as far as he's aware, they know no one else here so they will have to learn to rely on one another, no matter how reluctant Charles might be to do so.

Tea paid for, he follows Charles out of the store, smiling again as the colorful van comes into view. ]


Being here against my will does feel far less pleasant.

[ He enjoyed his time, then. Possibly the first time in his life where he truly had fun, and strangely the closest thing he had to a sense of normalcy. So much so that he entirely ignored the voice in his head telling him that it could not last. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-06-10 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not something Erik is happy to share either, and even if it all ended well for their kind, or about as well as it could have under those circumstances, it's still an event that's left a sour taste in his mouth. Just thinking of Trask makes him angry, but it's a low simmer that he pushes down, trying to comfort himself with the thought that he will never see the light of day.

And if he does, Erik will absolutely not hesitate to kill him. ]


You did.

[ He didn't even immediately realise that she wouldn't know that, yet. How it all ended. ]

You saved the president's life, and his entire retinue. It was televised. You showed the world that our kind truly wished for peaceful coexistence.

[ Or at least most of them did. Erik was not there to help, certainly, but when Raven shot him to save human lives, she stood for their cause more than Erik could ever have. ]

They shut down the Sentinel program after that, and in the process discovered Trask was selling military secrets. He's been arrested.
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-06-10 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A pirate! While the military side of Strange wants to scoff and chide Sanji for his chosen occupation, the romantic side absolutely wants more details. After all, it's not like he works for the Admiralty here (or back home.) ]

You're more likely to continue your chosen career than I am, [ Strange lightly teases. ] I've only been here around an hour or so, and yet I have a suspicion this realm falls less towards order and more towards chaos.

[ Because surely if there was a stable government, they would pay attention to people popping out of nowhere like this. ]
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kat lmk if you want me to break this up

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-10 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that takes care of that. He shakes his head at her assertion, though his voice comes out a bit nasal. ]

Oh, it's alright. Just a moment. Raphael, if you would... [ He pinches the bridge of his nose, and a soft light burns under his skin. For a split second, it illuminates cartilage, veins, and the sharp white bone of his skull where his hand doesn't cover. A soft, wet crack signals that his nose is set back where it belongs, and the light disappears.

Before he can say anything, the manager appears: Alright, break it up, show's over. She disburses the crowd with a wave of her hands, then nods to the woman. Appreciate it, ma'am. Adrian, clean up on isle 2. A pause. Anything you bleed on is coming out of your pay. ]


I'm just fine, thanks. [ Adrian grumbles, not even trying to keep his voice down, but she's already gone again as if she hasn't heard him at all. He's already gotten a pretty clear picture of his current value as an employee, and it's tragically no worse than anyone else who works here. He could clean up magically, but he wipes some of the sticky blood off on the tail of his apron, just out of spite, before he turns back to his rescuer and nods. ] Thank you, for that. Truly. I'm Adrian. [ He places a hand to his chest and offers a polite little half-bow. ] I would like to repay you sometime, if I can. If you're ever in need of medical aid, please do seek me out Miss..?